A/N: Sorry it's kinda short...
After less than an hour of incessant stalking, the Head Girl felt thoroughly as though she wanted to club the annoying prat's big head. It didn't matter what anyone said; Lily certainly didn't want to acknowledge the fact that the most annoying Marauder had really grown up.
Just five minutes ago, James reprimanded a few first-years who were flinging Dungbombs at each other. Lily was rather surprised; she had honestly thought that he was going to improve their aim or something like that. In fact, as Lily walked down the corridor, James's molten hazel eyes stared at her reproachfully as though he wanted so much to snog her and Avada Kedavra her.
Other than that, neither made any sign of recognition.
"Hey, James," smirked a random curvaceous figure, one hand creeping on his broad shoulder, and another feeling his toned muscles.
He cast her an annoyed look and the first-years fled.
"So... James," she flashed a sweet smile, obviously missing his look. Grabbing him by the tie, her lips met his, yet James struggled and Lily noted this in her 'Observations' notebook.
Was this girl suddenly appearing in his bedroom?
Lily shook her head and made as if to leave when James flung his arm out, grabbed the girl's waist and spun her around so that she was trapped against the wall and he ran off, the fan girl shrieking and giggling after him. Lily followed silently, wondering something, until James lost the girl's trail and her footsteps trailed away.
"Potter," started Lily.
"I don't want to hear it, Evans."
She frowned.
"Well, actually I'm not berating you. I'm asking you a question," Lily continued, regardless of his glare or tone of his voice.
James raised his eyebrows, asking his silent question.
"What woke you up... er, on Sunday?"
James' eyes widened, as if in... fear?
"Why do you want to know?" he asked defiantly, crossing his arms.
"Because, I feel that if the school was left in the hands of an inattentive, immature Marauder, no less, then the school could suddenly be on its knees by a ruthless fiend," stated Lily, suddenly grabbing a nonsense thought, also folding her arms against her chest.
"Wait, what?" he gave a breathy chuckle, "You think I'm working for Voldyshorts?" James chuckled a bit more.
The name did not amuse Lily, nor did the predicament as a matter of fact. The more James laughed, the more she thought about the likeliness of that happening.
"Are you serious?" he asked. Lily frowned and considered. Why did the noise bother her so much? Maybe she liked knowing things? Maybe James was a Death Eater, and – and that was him in the dorm? Maybe James' head finally agreed with gravity and he had to spin his way to the bathroom?
OK, maybe the last one was a little bit... harsh. But anyway, what was stopping James from going over to the Dark Side? He was part of an old heritage, an old lineage that was powerful. Money, looks (not that Lily would admit it) and power. Maybe James thought that being a Potter wasn't enough; maybe he wanted more power, a power only Death Eater's could have... Merlin knows that James could've just stepped over and now a miniature Voldemort was stalking the hallways.
Now, suddenly, Lily seemed to shrink away from him in fear.
"I don't bite! Honestly! Women..."
Needless to say, Lily was going to find out if there was a danger among the innocents and stop it. She watched him swagger away, yet there was no arrogance, no immaturity lacing and degrading his walk. She watched him until his mess of jet black hair whipped out of sight.